Gingerbread
By SMYGO4EVA
Life is sweet and bitter.
At times bearable and so many times a living hell.
So much of a living hell that one cannot bear to withstand any more tragedies and heartache, death being the sweet release they have always wanted. They have a reason to live, but they choose to be bitter about it, and living each day as if it was a chore, something you'd sigh begrudgingly about and just go with the flow, and fight anyone who would stand in your way.
The bearable times would be the sweet times. The times when there was a lot of fun, a lot of conversation – sometimes no conversation, but still a lot of fun. The times when you knew that you did a good job, and you went to celebrate with your closet friends, or whoever you could get. Those were the times when life was really meaningful.
It all seemed so two-sided.
Kurogane was never really cheerful except when he was in battle. His eyes lit up with the endless possibilities of proving his strength, fully satisfied with any conquest, being friend or foe. Other than that, he was sullen and indifferent to anything that wasn't like him, anything that didn't interest him. He could care less. He would care less. He would have his face set in a ferocious resolve, eyes icy yet burning like fire, and he wouldn't care for anything that begged for his mercy when it had killed many. He would have blood spill until he was satiated, a grin upon his face. Yet he was sorry that so many had to pay the price just so he would pass down the traditions his family taught him for many years.
Sakura always was sweet and caring, but she always had a certain bit of spunkiness to her whenever it came to certain people who wouldn't want anything to come true for her, to shatter her dreams and to prevent a goal for her friends to be realized. She wanted everyone near and dear to her to be happy and yet she wasn't sure if she was happy as well. She put everyone else before her, but she was held in the utmost importance when it came to her feathers. She wanted to remember sweet memories and yet there were things she didn't want to remember. She was speaking the truth, and yet she was a liar in the process.
The warrior and the princess had a lot to be bitter about and a lot to hold of their own, to know that they had the opportunity to take down whatever wanted them to fall to their downfall. No gentle kiss or heartfelt words would ease any pain or any anger they had towards the world for making them who they were and for what fate had planned for them. All they knew was that life and death were sweet and bitter, twisted and distorted beyond compare. They couldn't make sense of it, which made everything more confusing for them.
The warrior Kurogane was dark.
The princess Sakura was light.
They were of dark and light, and sometimes sweet and spicy, in their own way.
Bitter and sweet, like the taste of gingerbread.
